I hate that the wound I thought was scarred was torn open with Christmas glee
while his wreck of appearance desecrated my safe haven, my holy place, my privacy.
He pulled up a truck to my front windows and loaded it with trash from their home
While I made sure not to move the blinds but with caution because I’m alone.
Seeing him made my heart crumple up like worthless discarded paper
at least as far as he’s concerned,
All I wanted to be for him was a guide as his empowered future shaper.
I wanted to be a guardian of the light I saw within him,
but from his mind, and through his eyes, his light is just too dim.
And so I sit crying while he drives off across the grass of my house
with another bag of garbage leaving wisdom non-espoused.